Chords for Mcalpine's Fusiliers
Tempo:
117.7 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
E
B
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Well, [B] ladies and gentlemen, as you probably know, [G] Ireland's biggest export is people.
And one of the greatest importers of these people is a certain [A] English gentleman whom we in Ireland hold in the highest respect,
because he's taken us out of many a hole in his time.
He's put us into a few as well, mind you.
His name is Sir Robert McAlpine.
But in the year of 39, [D] when the sky was full of lead, when Hitler was [E] heading for Poland and Paddy for [A]
Hollyhead,
come all you pincher laddies and you [D] long-distance men, don't [E] ever work for McAlpine, for Wimpy or John [A] Lag.
For you'll stand behind the mixer till your skin [D] is turning to tan, and [E] they'll say good on you, Paddy, with your [A] boat fare in your hand.
Oh, the crack was good in Quicklewood, and they wouldn't [D] leave the crown, with [E] glasses flying and biddies crying, sure Paddy [A] was going to tell.
Oh, mother dear, I'm over here, [D] I never will come back.
What [E] keeps me here is a rank of beer, the ladies [A] and the crack.
Oh, as down the glen [D] came McAlpine's men, [A] with their [E] shovels slung [A] behind them.
Cause in the pub [D] they drank the sob, and up in the spike you'll find them.
[A] They sweated blood, and they washed [D] down mud, with [F#m] pints and [D] quarts of beer.
[A] And now we're on the road [D] [A] again, with [E] McAlpine's [A] mutineers.
I'd strip to the skin with a [D] darkie blimp, [A] way down [E] upon the Isle [A] of Reign.
With a horse-face tool, then I knew [D] the rule, no money [A] if you stopped [D] for rain.
[A] When McAlpine's God, with a well [D]-filled hod, your [A] shoulders cut a bit [D] and seared.
[A] And woe to he, when to look [D] for tea [A] with [E] McAlpine's [A] mutineers.
I remember the day that the [D] bear O'Shea [A] fell [E] into a concrete [A] stair.
What the horse-face said when he saw [D] him dead, well it wasn't [A] what the rich [D] call prayers.
[A] I'm in a wee short with the one [D] retard that reads [A] down to [D] my ears.
[A] When the going is rough, well you must [D] be tough [A] with [E] McAlpine's [A] mutineers.
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I've worked till the sweat, it has had [D] me pet [A] with a Russian, [E] Czech [A] and Pole.
[D] Unshuttering cams up in the Hydero dams, [A] or underneath the Thames in a hole.
[A] I've grafted hard, and I've [D] got me cards, and many a ganger's fist across me ears.
If [A] you're pridey or light, [D] don't join my [A] Christ with [B] McAlpine's [A] mutineers.
[D#]
And one of the greatest importers of these people is a certain [A] English gentleman whom we in Ireland hold in the highest respect,
because he's taken us out of many a hole in his time.
He's put us into a few as well, mind you.
His name is Sir Robert McAlpine.
But in the year of 39, [D] when the sky was full of lead, when Hitler was [E] heading for Poland and Paddy for [A]
Hollyhead,
come all you pincher laddies and you [D] long-distance men, don't [E] ever work for McAlpine, for Wimpy or John [A] Lag.
For you'll stand behind the mixer till your skin [D] is turning to tan, and [E] they'll say good on you, Paddy, with your [A] boat fare in your hand.
Oh, the crack was good in Quicklewood, and they wouldn't [D] leave the crown, with [E] glasses flying and biddies crying, sure Paddy [A] was going to tell.
Oh, mother dear, I'm over here, [D] I never will come back.
What [E] keeps me here is a rank of beer, the ladies [A] and the crack.
Oh, as down the glen [D] came McAlpine's men, [A] with their [E] shovels slung [A] behind them.
Cause in the pub [D] they drank the sob, and up in the spike you'll find them.
[A] They sweated blood, and they washed [D] down mud, with [F#m] pints and [D] quarts of beer.
[A] And now we're on the road [D] [A] again, with [E] McAlpine's [A] mutineers.
I'd strip to the skin with a [D] darkie blimp, [A] way down [E] upon the Isle [A] of Reign.
With a horse-face tool, then I knew [D] the rule, no money [A] if you stopped [D] for rain.
[A] When McAlpine's God, with a well [D]-filled hod, your [A] shoulders cut a bit [D] and seared.
[A] And woe to he, when to look [D] for tea [A] with [E] McAlpine's [A] mutineers.
I remember the day that the [D] bear O'Shea [A] fell [E] into a concrete [A] stair.
What the horse-face said when he saw [D] him dead, well it wasn't [A] what the rich [D] call prayers.
[A] I'm in a wee short with the one [D] retard that reads [A] down to [D] my ears.
[A] When the going is rough, well you must [D] be tough [A] with [E] McAlpine's [A] mutineers.
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I've worked till the sweat, it has had [D] me pet [A] with a Russian, [E] Czech [A] and Pole.
[D] Unshuttering cams up in the Hydero dams, [A] or underneath the Thames in a hole.
[A] I've grafted hard, and I've [D] got me cards, and many a ganger's fist across me ears.
If [A] you're pridey or light, [D] don't join my [A] Christ with [B] McAlpine's [A] mutineers.
[D#]
Key:
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Well, [B] ladies and gentlemen, as you probably know, [G] Ireland's biggest export is people.
_ _ _ And one of the greatest importers of these people is a certain [A] English gentleman whom we in Ireland hold in the highest respect,
because he's taken us out of many a hole in his time.
He's put us into a few as well, mind you.
His name is Sir Robert McAlpine. _ _
_ _ _ _ But in the year of 39, _ [D] when the sky was full of lead, when Hitler was [E] heading for Poland and Paddy for [A]
Hollyhead,
_ _ come all you pincher laddies and you [D] long-distance men, don't [E] ever work for McAlpine, for Wimpy or John [A] Lag.
_ _ For you'll stand behind the mixer till your skin [D] is turning to tan, and [E] they'll say good on you, Paddy, with your [A] boat fare in your hand.
_ Oh, the crack was good in Quicklewood, and they wouldn't [D] leave the crown, with [E] glasses flying and biddies crying, sure Paddy [A] was going to tell.
_ Oh, mother dear, I'm over here, [D] I never will come back.
What [E] keeps me here is a rank of beer, the ladies [A] and the crack.
_ _ Oh, as down the glen [D] came McAlpine's men, [A] with their [E] shovels slung [A] behind them.
_ _ Cause in the pub [D] they drank the sob, and up in the spike you'll find them.
_ [A] They sweated blood, and they washed [D] down mud, with [F#m] pints and [D] quarts of beer.
_ _ [A] And now we're on the road [D] [A] again, with _ [E] McAlpine's _ [A] mutineers.
_ I'd strip to the skin with a [D] darkie blimp, [A] way down [E] upon the Isle [A] of Reign.
_ With a horse-face tool, then I knew [D] the rule, no money [A] if you stopped [D] for rain.
_ [A] When _ McAlpine's God, with a well [D]-filled hod, your [A] shoulders cut a bit [D] and seared.
_ [A] And woe to he, when to look [D] for tea [A] with [E] McAlpine's [A] mutineers.
_ _ I remember the day that the [D] bear O'Shea [A] fell [E] into a concrete [A] stair.
_ What the horse-face said when he saw [D] him dead, well it wasn't [A] what the rich [D] call prayers.
_ [A] I'm in a wee short with the one [D] retard that reads [A] down to [D] my ears.
_ [A] When the going is rough, well you must [D] be tough [A] with [E] McAlpine's [A] mutineers. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ I've worked till the sweat, it has had [D] me pet [A] with a Russian, [E] Czech [A] and Pole.
_ _ _ [D] Unshuttering cams up in the Hydero dams, [A] or underneath the Thames in a hole. _
[A] I've grafted hard, and I've [D] got me cards, and many a ganger's fist across me ears.
If [A] you're pridey or light, [D] don't join my [A] Christ with [B] McAlpine's _ [A] mutineers. _ _ _
_ _ _ [D#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ And one of the greatest importers of these people is a certain [A] English gentleman whom we in Ireland hold in the highest respect,
because he's taken us out of many a hole in his time.
He's put us into a few as well, mind you.
His name is Sir Robert McAlpine. _ _
_ _ _ _ But in the year of 39, _ [D] when the sky was full of lead, when Hitler was [E] heading for Poland and Paddy for [A]
Hollyhead,
_ _ come all you pincher laddies and you [D] long-distance men, don't [E] ever work for McAlpine, for Wimpy or John [A] Lag.
_ _ For you'll stand behind the mixer till your skin [D] is turning to tan, and [E] they'll say good on you, Paddy, with your [A] boat fare in your hand.
_ Oh, the crack was good in Quicklewood, and they wouldn't [D] leave the crown, with [E] glasses flying and biddies crying, sure Paddy [A] was going to tell.
_ Oh, mother dear, I'm over here, [D] I never will come back.
What [E] keeps me here is a rank of beer, the ladies [A] and the crack.
_ _ Oh, as down the glen [D] came McAlpine's men, [A] with their [E] shovels slung [A] behind them.
_ _ Cause in the pub [D] they drank the sob, and up in the spike you'll find them.
_ [A] They sweated blood, and they washed [D] down mud, with [F#m] pints and [D] quarts of beer.
_ _ [A] And now we're on the road [D] [A] again, with _ [E] McAlpine's _ [A] mutineers.
_ I'd strip to the skin with a [D] darkie blimp, [A] way down [E] upon the Isle [A] of Reign.
_ With a horse-face tool, then I knew [D] the rule, no money [A] if you stopped [D] for rain.
_ [A] When _ McAlpine's God, with a well [D]-filled hod, your [A] shoulders cut a bit [D] and seared.
_ [A] And woe to he, when to look [D] for tea [A] with [E] McAlpine's [A] mutineers.
_ _ I remember the day that the [D] bear O'Shea [A] fell [E] into a concrete [A] stair.
_ What the horse-face said when he saw [D] him dead, well it wasn't [A] what the rich [D] call prayers.
_ [A] I'm in a wee short with the one [D] retard that reads [A] down to [D] my ears.
_ [A] When the going is rough, well you must [D] be tough [A] with [E] McAlpine's [A] mutineers. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ I've worked till the sweat, it has had [D] me pet [A] with a Russian, [E] Czech [A] and Pole.
_ _ _ [D] Unshuttering cams up in the Hydero dams, [A] or underneath the Thames in a hole. _
[A] I've grafted hard, and I've [D] got me cards, and many a ganger's fist across me ears.
If [A] you're pridey or light, [D] don't join my [A] Christ with [B] McAlpine's _ [A] mutineers. _ _ _
_ _ _ [D#] _ _ _ _ _